She nestles gently mid the leaf-shorn limbs,
Content, though berries scant remain in reach,
For bleak and dreary days have slow crept in,
Yet winter’s pale can in this moment teach.
As seen in passing glance, a soft-hued breach
Wherein a splash of color can be viewed,
Belying bland perspectives, colors reach
And wake my lagging spirits, hope renewed.
For though the icy frost has bare ensued
I feel it in my bones, the cold draws near,
So she, perched as in prayer upon her pew,
Instills a gladdening sense, subdues the drear.
Winter’s palette not a vibrant scene,
But rather painted veil lays soft, serene.
Photo Friday: Winter Colors